章節 4: Chapter 4: The First World and The Journey starts.

The Wizarding world had been a secret impeccably protected by the magical folk or the wizards and witches as we called them after the medieval witch hunting that pushed the world into mayhem with no control.

The prominent families came together to form the wizarding council that later formed the wizengamont or the Ministry of Magic that we see today.

The twenty-eight families were termed as the noble and the most ancient families.

They led the wizarding world to stand at the apex of the system with the subjugation of the magical and non-magical creatures.

It was truly the golden age of magicals as they would have later called it, with pioneers like Merlin, Balthazar, Solomon and Morgana leading the magical world to new horizons.

The ages passed and with them many famous witches and wizards who made contributions to the wizarding world and etched their names on the annals of history.

The schools of witchcraft and wizardry came into being and with each generation came another wave of pioneers who glorified the names of their ancestors and gave rise to the noble families that we come to see today.

But the world is not all sunshine and rainbows, the world came to stagnation and the successors were incapable to shoulder the mantles of their ancestors.

They made foolish decisions and actions led to the downfall of the past glory of the wizards of the old.

They started discriminating the very magic itself into light, grey and dark and in magicals as purebloods, half-bloods and muggle-born or distastefully as mud-bloods.

Today, the world of the magicals is at the lowest it has been since Merlin and his contemporary had graced the lands. The concept of blood supremacy and racial supremacy was at it's all time high that led to disastrous loses at the hands of Goblin race.

The greatest blunder was that the wizards never realized that they kept failing to suppress their uprising then losing to them at wars and finally leading to the surrender of the control of the wealth in all of the magical Britain and its isles, gracing the birth of the Goblin Nation and the Gringotts Bank.

The world gave rise to the first Dark Lord in the form of the Generation's greatest as the strongest wizard, Gellert Grindelwald.

The owner of the strongest wand and the first of the Deadly hallows fashioned by death itself, better known as the Elder Wand.

The second Dark Lord rose with the name of Lord Voldemort, who rallied all the sentient magical creatures and started a reign of carnage and terror, the man was a staunch believer of blood supremacy and had a vision to change the wizarding world and lead it back to its glory days.

A noble cause but the means to achieve it were choices that could have been no poorer.

And none of the two Dark Lords could taste the sweet fruit of success, the first was bested at the hands of a wizard who was celebrated as the second coming of Merlin, the wizard known as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

The second was ironically bested by a babe no more than a year old.

One who had been chosen by the fate to cause the fall of Dark Lord Voldemort. The babe came to be known as the savior of the wizard kind, the boy who lived, the boy named Harry Potter.

Now, that we have covered the basic knowledge about the world, let's get into the storyline.

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Thomas POV:

I open my eyes to find myself in front of a young nurse fiddling around with vials of what looked like potions, engrossed in her own thoughts on what would be better to feed me now.

She turned to me and our eyes met, she momentarily lost focus as our gazes matched each other and she fumbled, nearly dropping the vials she was holding.

"Call the Matron, the boy woke up!!" She ran shouting and in her voice was surprise and joy. I looked around the room to find myself inside the Resident Matron's office inside Hogwarts.

She came back with another nurse in tow, with auburn hair adorning her tired face that was looking at me with both awe and curiosity.

"Can you tell me your name child?" The old matron asked.

'And yes, I drew a blank. I had no freaking idea about the past of this body and I shook my head to tell her that I could not.'

"It looks like a case of memory lapse, but it still seems so unbelievable that you are sane and yes, very much alive. The Head Master is on his way here with the goblins, they will find your ancestry and then decide on how to deal with you."

"Could you tell me how did I get here? I asked her in a flat voice."

She looked a bit troubled as she sighed and sat at the edge of my bed asking the others to leave.

"You were sealed inside a Chrono-stasis charm placed by a strong wizard for more than a thousand years."

"You were found inside the castle, unconscious. You have been here in this ward for three days; can you remember anything about yourself?"

The door slammed open and a rugged man with a strapped magical eye rushed into the room with a few others in tow.

The next to enter was an old man with a long beard and oddly twinkling eyes, then a woman whom I identified as the head of the DMLE, Amelia Bones and behind her came the Minister of Magic and then a few aurors and goblins.

The Head Master came closer as he asked, "how do you feel my boy? The goblins here need to make sure about your identity but don't worry, if you turn out to be who I think you are, you will face no harm and I assure you that."

The rest of the people were quite shocked at the statement, making them brainstorm any possible connections between Albus and me.

The goblin came forth and made a small cut on my finger and took a few drops of blood in a bowl and started a ritual and poured the blood on a parchment and slowly the blood started turning into words and at that moment the goblin was gob smacked (pun was very well intended).

Name: Thomas Slytherin.

Age: 7 years.

Parent: Salazar Slytherin.

Metamorphagus, undergone blood rituals.

Blood Trace: Slytherin.

Properties: Slytherin Castle in Scotland. Slytherin Manor. Salazar Slytherin's Personal Vault. Slytherin Family Vault. Hogwarts Castle.

Anomalies: Seems to have gone through blood and sacrificial rituals.

The others in that room were at a loss of words while Albus looked at the boy with a complicated expression.

[ Albus POV:]

I was notified when the elves had found a sleeping child, sealed inside a chrono-stasis charm inside the castle dungeons.

I saw the boy and was almost shocked at the unbelievable sight.

The boy was a Metamorphagus but had surprising control over his powers at his age.

No one would suspect him to be one if it were not for his glowing golden eyes that flashed a hint of purple when we entered the room.

Fair skin, features that were more beautiful than handsome and yet his gaze so similar, just the mirror image of that man stated in legends.

[Back to Thomas]

Albus approached me and I knew that with me being Salazar's son, Albus would undoubtedly look after me.

He showed me the parchment asking me if I wanted to live with him to which I gladly accepted. The man was the greatest wizard in all of bloody Britain and more and to live in Hogwarts would significantly boost my growth.

I was diagnosed with no prior memories, and the experts from St. Mungo's said that my memories were suppressed because of the stasis charm.

Albus masterfully orchestrated my citizenship and assumed his guardianship, making me a free man, the foster son of Albus Dumbledore.